Monday, June 29, 2009

2. I do not WANT to smile, asshole. For a plethora of reasons. Mostly because I'm at work, but there are plenty of others you aren't privy to. Suffice it to say, I'm not always extremely happy. Glasses are half-full and chipper people who think otherwise annoy me. I will be cordial, even pleasant, with you, but forgive me if I don't have a shit-eating grin on my face.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

K had her baby girl. Which she named S because she's so hip and trendy that she can totally pull off naming her daughter a single letter.

Kidding, of course. She's not really that hip or trendy.

HA!

After a really disappointing afternoon appointment on Tuesday, where K thought for sure she'd be sent over to be induced but wasn't, K called me at 1:00 am on Wednesday morning where surprise! her water had broken. I had just gotten to sleep when she called, so I jumped up, redressed, and booked it to the hospital.

And then I cursed the store I work at and all of its other locations for being closed. Some people DO want espresso at 2 am. Asshats.

It was all fun and games at the hospital. K was epiduraled and pain-free, and we all joked and giggled into the wee hours of the morning until the baby's heart rate kept dipping and taking too long to recover. It started to be a little less fun. And while I watched her nurse and doctor studying the monitors with worried looks and K cried out of fear and worry, all fun completely ceased. In the end, they wheeled her out for a c-section.

Then it was rushed and scary. But it was so quick and went well, and really all that matters is that K is fine and now has one of the prettiest, healthiest baby girls ever.

And after the whole experience was over, I've come to some conclusions.

I want to be an L&D nurse so bad. Still. Like yesterday.

I want to work at that hospital. I delivered my last two there and then got to watch them in action with K, and I love them.

After 24+ hours of not sleeping, I become deliriously goofy and then deranged and scary. Who knew?

I really don't want to be pregnant again. Ever.

But I wouldn't mind another baby. OMGWTF??!!!1!!

But really, cutest baby ever. After my three. And she has that soft, velvety baby skin and teeny tiny fingernails. And teeny tiny eyelashes and makes teeny tiny squeaks. I'm lucky I've been fixed, because it still crosses my mind occasionally that Smella could use a baby sister.

The husband will read this, scowl and inform me I'm not allowed to visit K until S is two.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

1. Hopefully this afternoon/evening, my bff K will be holding her new baby girl. This is after three very rough and tumble boys. And hopefully, I'll be able to be there with her and get to nuzzle her too. (The baby, not K. Although there IS something about childbirth that makes me want to nuzzle everyone in the room, soooo...)

2. So after much hoopla and crap and hatred, I'm moving to a different store for my job. Honestly, I think they're trying to make me quit. They've suddenly said they can't have as many part-timers as they do, so a few people have to go. Which, fine, whatever. I suppose that should be enough to make me quit, but I plan on keeping this job until I decide I'm done. So if they really want me to go, they'll have to fire me. Muhahahaha.

3. I should probably devote a whole post to it, but you know, I like these hit and run kinda posts. I think it's called " laziness," but that's irrelevant. I gave Oscar dog back to my sister. She wound up not moving out and could still keep him, and frankly, I think it was probably for the best. Having him here was a good test run for having a fourth child. He was a bit like a really ill-behaved two-year-old, and hey, I've already got one of those! We miss him dearly, but we still get to visit with him. When the kids are old and I don't feel like I'm flying apart into a million pieces, we'll try to get another puppy. Probably. Maybe.

4. Anytime I want to say the word "irrelevant," I want to pronounce it "irREVelant." And then I feel really stupid.

5. My mom gave me a really pretty milk glass vase a couple of weeks ago, and I had grand ideas about always having fresh flowers in it sitting on my kitchen table. I guess I haven't priced fresh-cut flowers lately, but this will not be happening every week because they're freaking expensive. I bought four chrysanthemums last night for $4. If these make it a week and I replace them, that's $16 a month. It's like another damn bill, for crying out loud. And what I really wanted were the pretty colorful springy bouquets that went for $10.

6. You should totally vote for me for Best Local Blog on Parents Connect. Since posting about it yesterday, I'm up %5! Which is completely awesome. I heart you guys.

Monday, June 01, 2009

Because then I would know when I'm nominated for stuff. I mean, I kept checking out my Sitemeter and wondering why in the world my blog was listed on here Parents Connect. I poked around a little and never did figure it out. So imagine my surprise when I checked my email today and found out I'd been nominated for best local blog. Jeez. Had I known that I would be entertaining extra readers I would've swept the cobwebs out of the corners and picked up all the junk off the floor and shoved it into closets. What? Isn't that what you do when company shows up?

Now that I'm alert, aware, and MAYBE A BIT NERVOUS, I'd thought I'd throw out this button so you could vote for me. You know, if you wanted. Daily. Until mid-July. Not that I'll be checking votes continuously or anything.